Finally, this is the eighth and presently the most recent of some posts at my personal Blogger / Blogspot blog that were “unpublished” last Summer (2021) as a result of censorship practiced by that platform owned by Google.
The only reason given was that the posts transgressed their “community guidelines“, but what they honestly should have stated was that nothing is allowed to be said that contravenes the policies in place regarding the current worldwide tyranny in the “free world” for nearly the past two years under the imposed weight of the false plandemic / scamdemic / casedemic.
I never moved to change any of those posts, so they remained unpublished until I recently began republishing them in this website.
These are the previous seven republished posts, most of which are practically bland to read:
- August 19, 2021 ║ My Initial Thoughts on the 2021 Canadian Federal Election
- August 14, 2021 ║ My Wife Visits the Thai Buddhist Wat Budhapanyanantarama in Burnaby
- August 10, 2021 ║ Fraser Valley Freedom Rally
- August 9, 2021 ║ Crying Into the Wind
- August 6, 2021 ║ My Wife and The iCon Group
- July 30, 2021 ║ Defeated
- July 29, 2021 ║ My Short Anti-Vaccine Passport Rant to Three Members of the Surrey Board of Trade
No doubt the corrupt censors will again turn their eye to my blog, for I have never stopped including some discussion of the lies and other nonsense taking place relating to the SARS-CoV-2 virus. Perhaps next time the censors will simply shut it down. But if they do not, and only once again “unpublish” a quantity of posts, then I will simply republish them here if I still have this website online.
Anyway, here is that final post:
As a result of my younger brother’s unseen-but-heard arrival home soon after 9 p.m. last evening from wherever he had been drinking, I got myself to bed with the intention of sleeping as much as I was able overnight.
My planned grocery shopping expedition for this morning was local ─ the No Frills outlet (Google Map) approximately four blocks from here. It does not open until 8 a.m., so I saw this an an opportunity to log as much sleep as possible, for I would not be rising to do any of the usual work that normally occupies me overnight.
I don’t know what’s going on with me, but I doubt that I ever managed a full hour of sleep in any one stretch. It was basically one nap succeeding another the entire night through. I believe that I twice rose to use the toilet.
And when I finally rose just after 5 a.m., I still did so with some reluctance.
Nevertheless, I did get my shopping done. And perhaps due to an overcast morning, there were few other customers.
By the time my brother emerged from his bedroom no earlier than 9:15 a.m., I was into a decline. Had I not wanted to watch some videos with him soon after 10 a.m., I would have otherwise made a return to bed.
And so when we did start watching the boob tube, I used our Android TV Box to tune in Odessa Orlewicz’s video from Friday: What’s Happening To BC? Belt And Road Is What’s Happening With Susan Standfield.
I had not before heard of what Wikipedia calls the Belt and Road Initiative, nor Susan Standfield; and at present, I am far too disinclined to abuse my eyes and my inadequate free time to scan over that Wikipedia article to assess if it is unbiased, or perhaps instead lauds the “initiative”.
As for Susan Standfield, I was impressed by her.
The video ran for an hour and 20 minutes, and finished with a proper extended rant from dear Odessa to try and compel people to vote nationally on September 20 for the PPC if there is a candidate in one’s riding; and if not, then according to the recommendations that might be posted for that riding by 300K.ca.
As Odessa correctly proclaims, this is of the utmost urgency ─ we need to try and get as many seats won by representatives as possible who will gainsay mandatory ‘vaccinations’ and ‘vaccine passports’.
And speaking of the latter, the leadership of my own province is supposed to be announcing tomorrow a planned ‘vaccine passport’ system here. This is abominable, for despite the claims that it will be limited in restrictions, anyone with a shred of brain ought to know that this will only be the beginning of full medical apartheid.
What a shock episode! I never dreamed that the beautiful Miranda Hamilton/Barlow (as played by Louise Barnes) would be killed off so ignobly ─ a sudden bullet to the forehead.
She had become one of the characters I most enjoyed watching ─ confessedly not just because of her (to me) sensual looks, but because she had one of the most alluring bosoms / cleavage I have ever had my attention constantly arrested by.
And now I am to watch just over half more of the series without her?
I would have preferred they had killed off the “Captain Flint” character ─ I do not like him at all.
Following that show, my brother sought some bed rest before leaving for the afternoon. I resisted a desired nap at first, but I finally had to lie down because I was no longer in any condition to begin work on this post. I don’t know how long I was down ─ it seemed over an hour; nor do I now recall when I at last forced myself up, feeling none too well. It may have been around 3:30 p.m. ─ definitely well before 4 p.m.
The afternoon had become very sunny ─ more so than yesterday, and even earlier.
I meant to get out into the sunshine, but I got wrapped up in this post and before I knew it, the latter afternoon was deep. I at last got myself out into the backyard, but it was 4:50 p.m. when I commenced just over 40 minutes while seated in a lawn or deck chair, facing into the Sun. I was fully clothed, and wearing a short-sleeved shirt.
Will I have maintained my face’s colouring? I hope so.
I have only just come in from that session outside, for right now it is 5:39 p.m.
I don’t really have aught else that I care to extend this post with, albeit I am perfectly capable of doing so. I am actually considering locating a Christmas movie to watch, since the day is still reasonably early ─ a Christmas movie and at least a couple of drinks to enhance the mood.
So with that thought expressed, I make my conclusion here.